Dark Waters

I advised Charlie not to remove the other lamb until she became stiff, to know for sure of death before we ejected her out of the farmhouse. Charlie has taken the lamb to her mother ewe, if the lamb is not accepted they'll be eight cade lambs. Manifests great sadness to observe cade lambs dammed without their mothers ewes love.

Charlie's mother rang today, said she was going to church, because there is nobody to talk to. How can I tell her that the church, corrupted by malignant malice, the causation of her isolation, and that she is walking into a mind trap. If I consoled myself with Christianity, I'd place a bible on my lap and read, and let no man, nor creature prevail manipulations in-between word from turn of page. Elders are precious, so the begrudging childhood of communism defaces and destroys our elders, fleecing us hapless of our forbearers legacy.

Midday Charlie returned to the farmhouse from work, then drove me to Chapel hill with my bike in the truck. The plan was to ride back to the farmhouse, mostly downhill and take some pictures with my bridge camera. I noted the birds nesting upon the ground, and stopped by a lake we often drive by to take a closer look at the boathouse.

In the afternoon Charlie received a call requesting he go to work, on arrival I was presented a peacock to photograph.